And so my clawed hands rushed up to the lovely of your face,
How my eyes wept at the blooming blood.How my heart ached about the way it loved.
— A Demon Trying To Love
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PoetryA spill of a heart onto pages. The darkness and beauty of blood into words.
A Demon Trying To Love
And so my clawed hands rushed up to the lovely of your face,
How my eyes wept at the blooming blood.How my heart ached about the way it loved.
— A Demon Trying To Love